the poem comment deleted

the poem comment deleted               December 7, 2016
how funny that you erase your dreams
just to remove my poems

you dream of love
while it is winter in new mexico i write of

what must it be to be free
to dream of love?
you know nothing of
the shackles of duty
or the winter’s wind in this high
northern desert with the perpetual sigh
of a woman’s memory

today i write poetry
secure in the knowledge
that even the empire
cannot censor me

you delete your dream
just to erase my poetry

do my words burn
like the skin of my hands
cracked by december in albuquerque
and oozing dictionaries
of blood?

how small a dream is
if it cannot bear to be seen
by the eyes of woman and God

i will not go down in history
silently and shamefully

you may erase me
the department of security
may dump my body

but my blood will write poems in the wind
and blow them to the ears of my Friend
and God who will never forget me

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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